the slow rise of the edges of your mouth,
the world coming to a stop and time slows down,
the quiet silence that envelopes.

the quivering stillness of shut lips,
the world reverberating the echo in your thoughts,
the bitter quiet that haunts.

a smile adorns the face of the pained,
a silent breath follows that smile after,
a slow blink with glitters and shadow,
a shadow seen in the presence of light.

In the purest form of sincerity, that which is given, is given freely, with no demand or request for payment or reward. That, is sincerity. No reason is needed, reason implies thought, and thought is a request of the mind to justify the actions of the heart, and that, diminishes sincerity. We pay no heed and smile in the dark, in our heart. No announcement, exclamation or boast. A simple contentment, and that is all. Simple? I think not.